At night, the moon and stars are scarce, on the top of a small hill outside Hangzhou, a woman sits cross-legged on a rock on the top of the mountain, only to see that under the moonlight, the woman is dressed in a cyan wide-sleeved fairy skirt, her face is beautiful, the willow eyebrows are picturesque, and she looks more beautiful and refined in the moonlight, as if she is not stained with red dust and fireworks.

The woman seemed to be cultivating something, her eyelids under the willow eyebrows were tightly closed, her fair and slender hands were constantly knotted with complicated handprints, and the faint clear light was constantly circulating at the tips of her fingers, and in front of the woman, there were five black shadows standing side by side, not tall, only about one meter, humanoid, but it looked dark again, as if there was no entity, just a dark mass.

And these five figures also have no shadow manifested in the moonlight, like ghosts, standing in front of the woman, like five black shadows in the shape of a human, more like five guards under the general, standing in front of the woman, quietly waiting for the woman's order, silent, it is five ghosts, but it seems that there is not much self-awareness.

As the woman's hands continued to seal, the breath on her body became more and more vigorous, the mana surged in, and the clear light was even more prosperous, and finally the woman's eyes suddenly opened, looking at the five black shadows in front of her: "Go!" A soft drink, the clear light between the fingers directly turned into five blue lights with the woman's fingers, and did not enter the eyebrows of the five black shadows.

"Boom, boom, boom...." The five blue lights did not enter the eyebrows, accompanied by a slight sound of breaking the air, and the five ghosts also ran into the distance in an instant, as if they had received some kind of order, the speed was extremely fast, and after a few steps, they disappeared directly into the air, disappearing out of thin air: "Whew..."

A gust of night breeze blew, blowing across the hills, lifting the woman's ears and temples, under the moonlight, the woman's eyes were deep and bright, as if with starlight, looking at the direction where the five black shadows disappeared in the distance, without the slightest word, quietly, so after about half an hour, the woman raised her eyebrows and raised her eyes to look ahead.

The ground seemed to be twisted, and five whirlpools appeared, and then I saw five black shadows emerging from the land, it was the five black shadows that left before, and each black shadow had a bunch of white flowers in his hand, and if you looked closely, it was all silver, and the bottom of some exposed silver was clearly printed with the word "official"!

The five ghosts came out of the ground and walked respectfully to the woman in Tsing Yi with the silver they brought back in their hands, and their somewhat blurry faces showed a somewhat flattering look, as if they were asking the woman for merit, but when the woman saw the silver in the hands of the five ghosts, her brows furrowed, and she looked at the five ghosts with some dissatisfaction: "Why has it been so long, are you lazy?"

The five ghosts didn't seem to be able to speak, but when they heard the words of the woman in Tsing Yi, they all shook their heads, and their blurred faces showed some humanized scared colors, seeing the expressions of the five ghosts, the woman in Tsing Yi didn't question again, but Xiao Xiao got the cherry lips but pouted, and said, "It's really useless!"

Hearing this, the expressions on the faces of the five ghosts were even more aggrieved, but none of them dared to speak, and only dared to look at the woman in Tsing Yi with a kind of grievance, as if they were afraid of her.

The woman in Tsing Yi didn't pay any attention to the five ghosts anymore, but frowned and groaned, as if she was thinking about something, and muttered in a voice that could almost only be heard by herself: "Didn't you say that the five ghosts are very powerful in carrying Dafa, why don't I feel very good, is it that I can't cultivate at home, or the five ghosts I chose are too bad." ”

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The next day, the sky was clear, Meng Changsheng, Wu Kongming, Feng Sheng, Qiao Sheng, Ma Yuming, and five other students from Hangzhou Academy, a total of ten students who were selected to represent Hangzhou Academy to participate in the Poetry and Literature Society, were led by a teacher from the Academy to receive people from other major academies.

The teacher's surname is Ye, Ye Mingxuan, a very elegant and handsome middle-aged man, learned from Wu Kongming that this Ye Mingxuan is also a capable person, his talent is amazing, the former champion Lang, and he also became a big official in the capital, but for some reason, he only did more than three months as an official, and this person resigned directly, returned to Hangzhou and entered the academy, and since then he has been teaching Mr.

Meng Changsheng was also surprised when he heard it, but he didn't dig much into it, he has never been a gossip person, except for things that he is interested in or related to himself, he has never paid much attention to other things, so he doesn't have much idea about the deeds with Ye Mingxuan.

According to the regulations of the Poetry Society, each session of poetry will be won by the students of that academy, and the next poetry will be held by this academy, so this year's poetry will be held by Hangzhou Academy.

As the host, in order to hold this poetry and literature meeting well, and in order to highlight the atmosphere of its own academy and other aspects, Hangzhou Academy naturally did its best, at the expense of financial resources, and directly funded a lot of good inns and restaurants in Hangzhou early in the city to receive those who came to participate in the poetry and literature meeting.

In terms of manpower, in addition to the on-site layout of the poetry meeting, it naturally includes the people who received Meng Changsheng.

The so-called reception, in addition to settling their residences, is naturally indispensable to friendly conversations with each other, as well as having a meal together.

In fact, Meng Changsheng doesn't like this kind of entertainment, fortunately, Wu Kong Ming is there, with his talent in communication, he is completely a top hundred, so Meng Changsheng is also happy and pure, every time he follows the crowd, he is a transparent person who basically doesn't speak, but he is not the only one like him.

The same is true for Qiao Sheng, as well as Feng Sheng, the three of them are similar in this matter.

Time passed, in the blink of an eye, a few days had passed, the time had reached the eighth day of October, and then tomorrow, it was the time for the poetry and literature meeting to be held, and Meng Changsheng and others, who had been busy with reception work for a few days, were also able to rest, and returned to the dormitory in the evening and rested early.

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"Miss, tomorrow is the poetry and literature meeting, I heard that the most outstanding young students from the major academies in Jiangnan will gather in an altar, which is the grandest Shilin event today. ”

Ma Mansion, in a pavilion in the backyard, Xiao Rong stood behind Zhao Abao and said, but Zhao Abao didn't seem to hear it, just looked at the pond in front of him and was stunned.

"I heard that this time my uncle will also represent Hangzhou Academy to participate in this poetry meeting, miss..."

"I don't want to go" Xiao Rong still had to say, but before he finished speaking, Zhao Abao, who originally seemed distracted, suddenly spoke, interrupted her words, and didn't reply: "I want to rest at home tomorrow." ”

"Miss!" Hearing Zhao Abao's words, Xiao Rong couldn't help but show a look of urgency on his face, and said: "Xiao Rong knows that you are uncomfortable, but here Xiao Rong wants to say a word more, I hope you don't blame Xiao Rong for talking too much, after all, you have already married your uncle, do you plan to go on a cold war with your uncle?"

"It's not as good as before, this is the Ma family, Miss, if you continue to have conflicts with your uncle like this, it will only be bad for you, not good." ”

Xiao Rong couldn't help but say eagerly, living in the Ma Mansion these days, after the quarrel between Zhao Abao and Ma Yuming, Xiao Rong could clearly feel that in the past, it was only the people on the side of the eldest lady Qian who would make it difficult to bully them, but in the past few days, some other people up and down the Ma Mansion have become less and less concerned about them, not only have they lost the respect they have on weekdays, but even behind her back, she has heard some subordinates chewing on the root of their tongues, and some of the conversations are even more unbearable.

It is precisely because of these that Xiaorong is even more anxious, living in Zhao Mansion since she was a child, as a maid, she knows better than Zhao Abao how difficult it is for a woman to live in a big family, the most important point is to please the master, otherwise it is destined to end well.

"I know it's not good, but miss, it's really not what it used to be. ”

Xiao Rong said, his tone was heavy and anxious, Zhao Abao couldn't help but tremble when he heard this, and he didn't speak, but at the corner of his eyes, two lines of crystal liquid couldn't stop falling.

She once fantasized about her life after joining the Ma family, her husband is a talented and talented young man, this is true, Ma Yuming is brilliant and talented, but he never thought that his marriage would be like this.

PS: Chapter 3!